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Daughter Darkens Our World

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This is the tale of how our baby daughter chose to cope with her divorce and the ramifications her poor decisions had on those around her. When I say baby, I mean first-born. Her name is Jennifer, Jenny if you know her well. Jen if you're married to her. She's 31, five-foot seven, about 135 pounds if I had to guess, with a nice lanky frame. She has dark brown hair, like her mother, which she keeps fairly short. She's a lawyer by profession and has established herself at a firm in downtown Atlanta. Her recent problems began about a year ago, when her wimpy, metro sexual husband of four years announced he no longer wanted to be married to her; he wanted to be married to his receptionist instead. My kid took the news hard; she was raised to believe your first marriage was your last. It hit her so hard; she asked if she could move back in with us, just for a while. Of course we said yes. The first few months were sad; we tried to fix her up but no one impressed her. She would get up, go to work, bring some work home, get up the next day and repeat. 

Our worries lessened as she gradually started spending more time out with her friends and coworkers. She wouldn't open up to her mother or I, but she started a casual relationship with someone from her office. We didn't know who it was and we didn't care; we were just relieved she was getting on with her life. My wife was content for about a month. Jennifer kept dating her mystery man but still wouldn't divulge any details. When we pressed, she just responded that there wasn't anything to tell; they were just friends and coworkers who enjoyed each other's company. That wasn't good enough her mother, she wanted, needed details, so she put me on the case. She explained this was the safest course because if I got caught snooping she could deny any involvement. That way, she explained, my daughter would only hate me. This passes for clear thinking on my wife's part.

I started with Jennifer's laptop. I made my money designing security software for major corporations so I can hack my way into anything. The fact that I set up her computer and I know all her passwords was a big help, too. In my first session, I was able to determine she was carrying on a relationship with someone at work named Derrick. Reading between the lines of their early emails, it was apparent they were intimate from the very beginning. By intimate, I mean she was fucking him; and it seems like that's their only shared interest. They arrange to meet, do the deed and then part company. No mention of dinners, picnics, bowling or moonlight strolls. This Derrick would compliment my daughter on her sexual appetite and she would reply that she was happy she could provide a service; she just hoped he could keep up. It was clear from his emails that he had chased her for so long with nothing to show for his efforts that he almost gave up. I guess the last shot he took at Jennifer was the one that hit the mark. She just replied that she was free, white and twenty-one and could fuck, her word, whoever she wanted, and that he could have her as long as she made him happy. I remember when her mother used to say slutty shit like that. I decided that I'd invaded her privacy enough for one day so I shut it down and thought about what I'd tell the ball and chain.

A few words about me; I used to be a pervert, but now I think I'm just a dirty old man, and I think my condition is getting worse the older I get. The wife and I are in our mid-fifties but we still like to fuck. With too much time on my hands, that's all I think about anymore. If I'm not doing the fucking, I like to hand around people who are fucking. I'm just a big fan of fucking. Whatever prurient interests I had in my daughter's recently resurrected sex life, I was content to leave it where it laid. She was moving on, I told the wife, isn't that what we wanted? Let's just leave it at that. Of course we couldn't leave it at that. Maggie, my wife of thirty-three years, needed to know more. She didn't need to know more, she needed to know everything. I can't hang all the blame on her; I was dying to see my only daughter in action, too. So, with nothing but time, talent and resources at my disposal, I launched a cyber attack on my own kid. It was easy; it's what I did for a living.

The next session with her computer didn't reveal much. These two didn't like to talk (type?) dirty and weren't real fond of photos. I did a quick scan, retrieved a few bits of jerk-off material, installed a kernel-based keystroke logger and got out.

All things considered, I was quite pleased with the kid. She wanted some and went out and got some. She's like her mother; they're both very doable in that reserved, upper middle class way. Her mother can be a complete whore as long as the lights are out. In fact, we've been hiding a disgusting secret for many years; we used to swap partners with a few couples we knew back when we were younger and better looking. But that was so long ago; I think my wife has blocked it out of her memory. Our daughter's newfound penchant for spreading her pussy around has brought back a lot of those bad memories. There are times when I'd like to do her myself, but I don't see it happening. I picture her in bed, on her back, knees drawn up and spread wide while she reaches down and guides a nice fat cock into her sloppy pussy. If she's at all like her mom, she probably still has her bush. I bet she'd rub the head of the lucky winner's cock up and down her slit a few times just so it slides into her cunt easier. I can hear her exhale as her cock of the day arches his back and sinks into her in a single, fluid motion. I'm getting way off track, must maintain focus. But the wife kept badgering me for more details, so I had to jump back into action. 

Jennifer's firm's website had pictures and bios of all of the lawyers, and this Derrick wasn't among them, so that meant he wasn't a lawyer or he was new. Her firm is handling the sale of my business, so it's easy to cook up a reason to drop in. I was in the middle of my meeting with my lawyer when we were briefly interrupted; his secretary said he needed to sign something ASAP. He apologized, said it would only take a second, and the door opened behind me. He said, "James, have you met the head of our Investigative Unit? James, this is Derrick Taylor. Derrick, this is James Tanner. You know Jennifer Cannon in our Corporate Division? This is her father." I found myself face to face, actually face to chin, with about six feet six of smiling, chiseled, uber-confident African-American male. Now I know why our little Jenny hasn't brought her new Derrick around to meet the folks. Maggie will blow a gasket when she finds out what her little angel's been up to. We shook hands and smiled at each other like he knew a secret I didn't. "I talked to Jennifer this morning and she didn't mention you were stopping by." "Strictly business", I replied. "I was going to pop in on my way out. Please don't spoil my surprise." "I wouldn't dream of it", Derrick replied, "nobody loves a secret more than I do." He held up his folder of signed documents and said, "I have to get these to the courier. A pleasure meeting Jenny's father. We must get together for lunch soon." And, poof, he was gone. Jenny, huh. She doesn't let anyone except her closest friends and family call her Jenny. My initial foray inside the enemy camp was already paying off. I had identified Derrick, I knew why baby girl was keeping mom and pop out of the loop and I knew how intimate the two of them were. I was proud of my little Jenny; it looked like she'd finally made it to the big leagues.

Jennifer is a busy lawyer, so I just stuck my head in to say hello. She was surprised to see me and little pissed. She invited me in, asked me to sit, and then started ragging on me. It turns out she forgot her phone that day and I could have brought it to her. "I really need my phone. I can't live without my phone. I do everything on my phone. I keep in touch with all of my friends with my phone." Phone, Phone, Phone. She was swamped with work, the way she likes it, so I profusely apologized for serving her majesty in such a shabby manner. I promised to consult her prior to my every move, bowed and backed out of her office; careful not to gaze directly upon her. On the way home it hit me; all the good shit is on her phone. You must get access to her phone. Phone. Phone. Phone.

I still planned to monitor her computer, but I needed to get her phone. The method I chose is evidence that I would have made a superb evil genius.

She has a terrible habit of putting her phone on charge and forgetting it. Me, being the loving father, offered to covert it to one of those charging pads so all she had to do was set it down. She gave it to me to change out the battery pack and I took it to my former security advisor. We, he actually, was able to decipher her account passwords. Problem solved. I have access to her computer, I have access to her PDA, I can tap our landline and I can put a face to the guy she's banging. Move the fuck over, James Bond, there's a new sheriff in town.

I now believe I've crafted the perfect system. I have unlimited access to her computer; she leaves it at home on standby most days. She can access it from anywhere so there's no real need to carry it to work. Her PDA is what I'm most proud of. She keeps it on the pad IN MY DEN. I told you that I was a fucking genius. All this good news is tempered by the fact that these two really don't do a great deal of dirty shit over the phone lines. They work together, so most of their communicating must take place there. I was running out of leads until a nice, fat, juicy one fell into my lap one day. It was a very brief message that revealed to the world how large a whore my sweet Jenny had become: J—our intrvw posted--at last ur #1 dime go w3.BeMyNewDaddy.com pwrd legalBEAVER srch—Intrvws Shell Cracked Open. soon wrld will kno ru redy? D

I heard someone coming, so I scribbled the website on a piece of paper and hid it in my safe. I don't know why I went to the trouble. That's one website and password that will be forever burned into my brain. I hoped I wouldn't go nuts before I could access it. The kid was out, no doubt getting fucked and filled with black seed, and we had the shack to ourselves. I was dying to watch the fucking thing, but wifey wanted to go shopping. 'Great, have a good time. Don't hurry back. Here, take all my credit cards. Here, this is all the cash I have on me. Just leave me the fuck alone so I can watch your daughter answer questions about what turned her into a nigger lover. Before you go, where do you keep the baby oil?' But instead I said, "OK hon, Do I have time to check my emails?" Of course I had time, she still had to 'get ready'. She can be one annoying pain in the ass at times, but it did give me time to punch up the site. Bam, there they were, my first-born and the buff Negro that was turning her out. My fucking heart started racing when I saw her picture with the caption: 'Meet Candy and D-Master, our interracial newbies of the month! Jasmine's a lawyer who's 100% committed to black cock worship and D-Master going to make sure she gets done right!' Do I have time to beat off? I think so, it won't take long. The fucking interview was almost two hours long. I downloaded it and burned it to a thumb drive, then put that in the fucking safe, too. Note to self: Sign up to your new favorite site. I have to go shopping now. We got home and Jennifer was home, watching the tube. I thought to myself, how can you crawl off, let a nigger do despicable things to your body, and then sit on the couch all calm, cool and collected like nothing's up? Just like her mother, I know a lot of the secrets that bitch has been hiding over the years, and she maintains the façade motherhood and respectability. If only we had video back then. It still gets me hard when I think of the shit she's pulled when she thought I wasn't looking. What really pissed me off was the fact that it was Friday night and I wouldn't have the house alone to myself until Monday. No way I could hold out that long.

Say hello to the newest subscriber to the website "BeMyNewDaddy.com" My user ID is usemykid, and my password is 'daughter4blk'. It's actually a pretty cool site; dedicated to amateur white women who submit to African cock. My kind of site. Anyway, I finally sat down to watch the interview at about 9:30 on Monday and watched it nonstop until my wife pulled in the driveway at about five. She was mad because dinner wasn't started. Fuck her! The interview was stunning. I use that word because I'm still stunned at the shit that came out of my daughter's mouth. She intends to go dark and stay dark for the rest of her life. In her words, servicing the black race's sexual needs and desires is what she was put here for. Fuck! I've watched it so many times; I can almost recite it from memory. The interview took place in a motel room, probably in the Keys where she went with 'a few friends from work' last month. There are two interviewers; a male that sounds black and a woman that sounds white. Does that make me a racist? Sorry. Let me make it up to you. Here, fuck my daughter. Of course Candy and D-Master are present. Maybe those are there porn names when the turn pro. Other than the cameraman, that's it.

Female Interviewer: Candy; let's start off with you. What are your vitals?"

Candy/Jennifer: Five foot eight, one hundred thirty five pounds on a good day, 34-30-32 with a healthy C cup and thirty-one years old.

FI; Is Candy your real name or your porn name?

C: It's not my real name, so I guess it's my porn name."

FI: "Still not 100% sure about the black thing?"

C: "110% sure about the black thing, as you refer to it. Why would I allow myself to be taped if I wasn't committed? There are people who still don't know and I don't want them to find out second hand. When I'm ready, I'll tell them in person."

FI: "Feisty girl, I see what attracted D-master to you. Can I assume D-master is not the name you were born with either? What do you have to hide?"

D-Master: "Correct, and please call me D. Look, mom, rapper for a day. I don't have anything to hide; we're doing this on her schedule. I defer to her."

The male interviewer speaks up for the first time. "My name is Mike, and I'd like to welcome you two to BeMyNewDaddy. Can I ask you why you chose our site? There are hundreds of sites dedicated to white women who fuck black, what makes us special?"

D: "I chose it. I've been a member since almost day one. I like the vibe; it doesn't feel phony. Real people, I don't recognize any actors. You seem to just point the camera and let the events unfold on their own."

MI: "Thanks for the compliment. I've been running it for over four years and I'm still amazed at the number of white women who decide to fuck black. I've got the best job in the world. I get to spend time with hot sluts like Candy here." The camera focused on Jennifer's face and she didn't even blink when he called her a slut. "Come on, one of you tell us your back story. It might help other white women out there who want to whore themselves out to blacks."

D: "That's another thing I like about your site, it's not about interracial romance, it's about interracial whoring. As far as our story, uh, Candy and I work at the same law firm. She's a lawyer and I'm in investigations. I wanted a piece of her the day I started her background check. I told myself I was going to have that one day."

MI: "And here we are! How long did it take?"

D: "Shit, it only took almost six years. I kept sniffing around but she wasn't having any of it. I slipped a tongue in her mouth one New Year's party, and that lead nowhere. I pinned her up against a filing cabinet and ground my cock into her ass one night when she was working late and that didn't go anywhere either."

MI: "So what did the trick? What got you over the hump?"

D: "Nothing I did. You can credit her wimp ex-husband for driving her over to our side. He's the one that created the job opening."

FI: "So, Jasmine, you found yourself newly single and decided you were going to make up for lost time or what?"

C: "It's more of the 'or what'. My divorce really hit me hard, I did not see it coming. So I threw myself into my work. We had just won a major lawsuit and a large group of us went out to celebrate proper. I had made up my mind I was going to fuck one, two or three, of the other lawyers I work with, and D-Master here was not one of them."

FI: "Were they black, too?"

C: "Not one, they were all very Caucasian, if you know what I mean. When I think about it, they were all like my ex, except older. I was sitting in a booth, adjusting my levels of liquid courage when my old nemesis here slides into the booth next to me."

D: "It was literally my last shot at her. If I failed to score when she was drunk, divorced and depressed, it just wasn't meant to be."

FI: "Jasmine, did he come on all smooth and talk you out of your thong?"

C: "I don't wear a thong, I wear boy shorts, and no, I didn't give him a chance. He been hitting on me, I just assumed this was a continuation of the last. He asked me if I was having fun and I said no. He asked me if I wanted to have some fun and I said no. I told him I wanted to get laid and I pointed out the three that may get lucky tonight. Then he said, 'What about me, if it's cock you need, I've got plenty."

FI: "This is hot, then what happened?"

D: "I thought it was more white girl bullshit, but she started stroking my cock under the table. Then she started scraping her nails up and down the shaft after she got it hard. It was fucking insane. We both gathered up our things and left, didn't say shit to anyone. Everyone we work with knew where we were headed and what we were gonna do, but she didn't seem to care. I know I wasn't ashamed."

MI: "Let me finish the story; You two headed off to a seedy motel where D here fucked you all night and you've been a convert ever since."

D: "Not even close. She looked at me and told me she was ready for me, right then and there and I said 'Let's go."

FI: "Let me finish; you went back to your place and he fucked you all night in your own bed, is that close?"

C: "Not even close. I wanted it right then and there. We headed to the parking garage and chose his car. I drive a BMW; he drives a Ford Flex, much more room to stretch out in his, so we used his. We eventually found the backseat and started making out. He assured me the windows were dark enough so no one could see in, but I didn't care, I wanted to fuck. I would have fucked him on the hood of the damn thing."

MI: "Then you fucked her good and made her your personal whore?"

D: "Sorry, wish I could tell you otherwise. I'll let Jasmine here finish our tale, I still find it too embarrassing to talk about."

C: "We kissed a bit, real wet, real sloppy, and that was real hot. Just look at those lips! By then his cock was out and I was working on that. I would stroke it a little, then take some of the slimy stuff that leaked out and smear it over the head of his cock. The poor fucker didn't know what hit him."

D: "I really didn't. This bitch was killing me. I pride myself on my sexual control, but she had me at the brink in about two minutes, and just with her hand. Then she went down on me."

C: (big grin on her face) "I had to clean up the mess I made."

FI: This is too fucking sexy, this isn't on tape, is it?"

D: "No, and if it did exist, I would have destroyed all copies. Let her tell it."

C: "I cleaned the head up, but it was clear we were ready for the main event. So I sat back and asked him to get busy."

D: "Hold up! You are leaving so much out. You make it sound like we were eating lunch at the deli. If you're going to tell a story, tell it right."


Daughter Darkens Our World Ch. 02



The atmosphere around the house evened out for a while. The wife got off my back about who the daughter was dating and I wasn't as curious since I had the website and her college confession to tide me over. Our interest in her love life would only flair up when she would go out with Derrick. Her mother would go nuts wanting to know who she was with and I'd go crazy wanting to know what they were doing.

Crap rolls downhill, so when the wife would nag me, I would nag the daughter. Her only reply was that she'd talk to him and see what he wanted to do. And besides, she said, it wasn't a long term romance, they just enjoyed the same things. My wiener got hard imagining the interests they shared.

Jennifer was true to her word and talked to Derrick about stepping out into the light. She said we should all get together for lunch and discuss the situation. I told her to just name a date and time and her mother and I will be there.

"No, not mom, just you. You'll be able to handle what's going on more than she will. The three of us will have to come up with a plan to break the news to her." She wanted to take control, and I let her. 

I asked her what all the secrecy was about, was the guy married, chinese, wtf? She just told me to be patient a little bit longer. This was getting a little tiresome; it's not like she's the first white woman who's spread her legs for a black, but I went along.

The big day finally arrived. , She set up a lunch meeting on Monday, just the three of us, at the Raddison Hotel in downtown Atlanta. We were finally getting down to business. It was an odd day. What do you wear to meet the negro your only daughter is fucking? I decided on casual. Jennifer called while I was en route and told me to skip the restaurant and head for Suite 23F. The law firm she works for leases a few suites for business purposes. I did as I was told and was met at the door by the tall black man I had met once before. He introduced himself and asked if I now understood the reason for all the secrecy. He told me to sit and I sat. "Jenny's getting ready, can I get you a drink?" 

"Hell, yes' I said, 'I could murder one." 

"Your daughter thought this was the best way to bring our relationship out into the open, and I agreed. She's in the bathroom getting ready." Getting ready for what?, I wondered.

The door to the bathroom opened and my little Jenny strolled out wearing nothing but a burgundy bra and matching panties and high heels. The kid had a fucking killer body; long legs, great hips, just enough ass, about an inch worth of gap and slim waist. Her ex-husband is an asshole, if I do say so myself. I would gladly drink a quart of her piss, just to see where it came from, daughter or not. She completely ignored my presence and approached her lover. They kissed, all tongue, as his hands roamed across her ass and back. The contrast in skin color was amazing. She was still ignoring me as he spoke. "We agreed the best way to illustrate the dynamic of our relationship was to put on a little demonstration." As he spoke, she took off his suit jacket, tie and shirt. At this point he was naked to the waist. He was, in a word, cut. "Since you're the guest of honor, she's agreed to perform whatever tricks you desire. What's your pleasure, pops?" 

By this time, she was on her knees removing his shoes and socks. Very subservient and very erotic. I cleared my throat and croaked, "Since she's already on her knees, tell her to suck your cock."

"You heard your dear old dad, he wants to see my black cock in your pretty white mouth. Be a good girl and do as the man says." You could have heard ice melt, it was so quiet in the room. Jenny undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them fall. She tugged down his boxers, exposing a very respectable semi-hard uncut black cock. She kept her hands on his thighs and used her mouth to scoop up her prize. I checked my watch when she started nursing on his cock. After about five minutes of her servicing Derrick, she had all three of us mesmerized. He had his eyes closed and his head back and she just kept taking nice long deep strokes and making sloppy, squishy noises. Her back was to me, but I imagined my little Jenny had her eyes closed as his glistening black tool slid in and out of her mouth. Every so often, she'd stop bobbing and try to take him as deep as she could and pause there, gag a little, then start up again. After about twelve minutes of what I could only imagine was a stellar blow job, I began to worry that he'd come in her mouth, so I stepped in.

"Have you taught my daughter any other tricks?" My question broke the mood, but I sensed they were relieved I was not against their illicit union. 

"Your little white girl obeys pretty good. What you got in mind, pops?" I couldn't stand much more of this without at least taking my cock out and beating off, but this was their show today. 

"Fuck her." None of us were shocked at the demand. "Tell her to take the panties off but leave the bra on. Tell your little slut to get on her back and pull her knees up. Then tell her to ask you nicely, to please fuck her." I'm no sexpert, but I know what I like. He was about to say 'you heard the man', when I cut him off. "No. I told you to tell her what to do. Now tell her what to do." They both gave me a look that said I was not responding in the fashion they expected, but fuck it. I'm turning into a dirty old pervert. The older I get, the less I give a shit about what other people think. He did as he was told and so did she.

Jennifer rose from her knees, wiping the spit and slobber with the back of her hand. With her back still to me, she lowered her panties 'til they were just above her knees, stepped out of them, then extended her arm straight out and dropped them, like she wanted to make sure I saw they were removed as instructed. She must have read my mind, because she faced me as she sat down on the edge of the bed laid back. She brought her knees up together, then wrapped two lovely, long-fingered hands around them and spread her legs revealing a perfect, loose-lipped pussy that was completely bare save a close-shaved triangle of pubic hair. I hope this asshole knew what had been dropped in his lap.

Her stud moved into position, pulled the skin back to expose the snake's head, and slowly started to ease into my only daughter. As the director of this perverted display, I was not pleased. "Boy, I told you to fuck her. Make sweet love to her on your own time. This little demonstration is for my benefit, and I want you to fuck her hard. Stand up in it. She'll just have to bear a little pain until she gets into it." I had to give them both credit. She did what she was told, and so did he. He skinned his cock with one hand, leaned forward on the bed and supported himself with the other, stuck just the head into her pussy, and let all his weight sink himself into my daughter, all the way up to the hilt. I heard her stifle a groan and I knew it must have hurt, but I had zero sympathy for her. It was her idea to be a black cock slut. I'm just trying to help her attain her goals.

I was right again, because it only took about a minute before she started to get into it and got really wet. What a sight. My daughter givin' up her pussy to a fine black stud. I tried for years to get her mother to do it and gave up. I never could figure out why I got into the interracial thing, but I try not to over think things anymore. I noticed Derrick was slowing down, pacing himself. "What's the matter, negro, you getting tired?" 

"No man, I'm getting close to nuttin'. It's too soon." He was almost panting. 

"It ain't too soon. She's here for your pleasure, let her take care of herself. Get yours, don't worry about her." This was my show, and I knew what I wanted to see.

He just shook his head like he couldn't believe who he was dealing with. "Alright, pops. You call it. Where do you want me to dump my load?" 

"First off, quit calling me 'pops'. What are my options?" 

He shook his head in disbelief again. "Shit, there's only three. In her, on her, or make her swallow. Your choice, but she gets off on all three." He talked about her like she wasn't in the room, and I liked that.

This was getting out of hand. "I suppose she's swallowed her share, and dumping it on her belly is a waste. You've already got your cock buried up in her, dump your seed in her. Maybe you'll get lucky and breed her. Her mother's been wanting a grand baby, let's see if she'll accept a mixed race `one."

That's all it took. He sank all the way in and started grunting. I thought I could see his shaft pulse with every spurt of cum. I counted at least six or seven. Young, strong, black, uncut, large and a heavy cummer. Little Jenny had hit the jungle fever jackpot. He remained in position, catching his breath while his cock softened. I realized that we hadn't addressed my daughter since they started fucking. Like a true whore, she never made a sound. She just kept her legs spread and her pussy available for use. The kid was a natural. Ol' Master D straightened up and said, with more than a little pride, "I think we're done here. Don't you?"

"Not by a damn sight, bub. There's two messes that have to be cleaned up. Have her do you first." Without a word, Candy slid off the bed and wrapped her lips around the now-hidden head of Derrick's slimy dick. She stayed right there for a while, sucking up every last drop of his jizz and her juice. Then she did something truly amazing. She started gobbling up his spent cock like a big snake would swallow, head first, another smaller, but still impressive black snake. I stared on in both amazement and respect. The kid has a set of skills, skills she did not inherit from her mother. She held still, with her nose pressed against his stomach, until she couldn't hold her breath any longer, and slowly pulled her head back as the snake slid between her lips and plopped free.

As if the spell was broken, she asked Derrick to get her a towel out of the bathroom so she could wipe herself up. "Time out. Doesn't lover boy here return the favor?" I didn't see this coming.

"No, daddy. That's one thing I can't get him to do. He's old school that way. He won't eat me when I'm clean, forget about this sloppy mess." She sounded disappointed, but resigned. 

I turned to Derrick and almost begged like a kid in a candy store. "I'll do it. Just tell her to let me. Please." With that request, the games were back on. 

"Let's get this straight. You want me to tell you to go down on your own daughter?" Yes. He looked back and forth at Jenny and me and an almost evil look took over his face. "Jenny, baby. Have a seat in that chair. I'm gonna have your daddy clean your pussy out. You want a drink?" She slouched in the chair with her ass half-hanging off the edge and sipped at the scotch-rocks he poured for her. By now, his sperm had started to leak out. Derrick jerked his thumb in her direction and told me to get to it.

I almost jumped out of my chair. I knelt between her legs, not believing my good fortune. I decided I was going to make this last because who knew when or if I'd ever get the chance to go down on my own daughter again. I was going to savor all the sights, sounds and smells. I was awestruck and unable to move, until Jennifer lifted her leg and kicked me in the back of my head, not lightly, with her heel. I started with her inner thighs, lapping up all the stray mixed fluids. I did one thigh and then the other. It was like eating a piece of cake for desert. First, you eat the cake, then you eat the icing, like desert for desert. When I had her thighs clean, I turned to stare into one of the most beautiful pussies I'd seen in a long time. The kid had a nice, adult one with big floppy, dark-edged lips. Well on her way to being properly used. This one was even more perfect because there was a nice white glob of African sperm about to drop out. Never wanting to waste a righteous load, I dove in and got busy.

If there's one thing us small-dicked guys get good at, it's eating pussy. It was one of my favorite things and I was good at it. Jenny thought so, too. She swooned, "Derrick this feels sooo good, are you sure I can't talk you into at least trying it." 

"No, Hell no, and Fuck no! If he likes it so much, give him the job full-time." 

Candy patted me on the head. "Did you hear that, Daddy. Derrick'll fuck me, but he won't eat me. Do you want to clean me out after he dumps a load up in your only daughter? Can I sit on your face after I drag my ethnically-fucked white ass home? Could you handle a steady diet of black baby seed. I swallow a lot of it. It tastes pretty good. Not like a white man's." I just nodded my head in the affirmative and hoped she wasn't joking. She did have a point about the taste. Without getting in to too much detail, Derrick's cum didn't taste half-bad. It didn't have that ammonia stench that white seed did.

I worked at her slit for a while and it seemed I pulled out all I could. I decided to go D Master one better and actually make Jennifer come. I sensed she sensed I had shifted from sucking her clean to sucking and nibbling on her clit and she let me. She was so ready to get off it didn't take her long. Just like her mother, she started breathing fast and shallow until, bam, she got there. She stiffened and spasmed all at the same time. Her thigh muscles tensed and I thought she was going to crush my skull. She reached around to the back of my head and pulled my face against her crotch. I kept sucking her clit until, almost in pain, she pushed me away. Again, just like her mother. They're both only good for one munching at a time.

With that, the mood was broken definitively. I checked my watch. We had squeezed all of this depravity into less than an hour and a half. The strange thing was, nobody seemed to regret any of it. Since I was the only one dressed, I stood up, poured myself a short one and downed it. "This has been one hell of a lunch meeting. I, for one, would love to do it again. But I'll leave you two kids alone. You don't need an old killjoy like me hanging around to kill the party vibe. I'll see you around. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." As I made for the elevator, I realized it was poor fatherly advice. Apparently, there isn't anything I wouldn't do. 

I haven't had these thoughts in a while, but as I drove to my wife's bridal shop I wondered why I didn't feel any shame. I'm at a point in my life where I'll act on any impulse. I drove to my wife's shop with the intention of telling her to get her ass home early so we could fuck. Our sex life has been very listless lately and I know she'd enjoy being thrown a bone, even my small one. I got there and the place was quiet. "This place is dead. Why don't you follow me home and I'll try my best to make you feel cheap and degraded, just like the old days." My sexual advances took her by surprise. 

"What's gotten into you? Have you been watching porn again? Take one too many Viagra?" I thought to myself, yeah, what I've been watching has been pornographic and it involved a black guy fucking a white chick, one of my favorite things. Only the white chick was your daughter. As far as the Viagra, I had to coordinate with her to time my drugs.

"What's gotten into me is that I want to get into you. Have one of those people you overpay take over for the rest of the day, follow me home, and we can have a little afternoon delight before your daughter gets home." I could see the wheels turning in her head. She's been a real trooper about not complaining about the lack of quality and quantity in her sex life as I've gotten older. I've offered her numerous alternatives but she's rejected them all. She knows better than to pass up any opportunities. 

"I'd love to fool around a little, but I can't leave. Arlene is on vacation and Kim is out sick. I've got a late appointment at 4:30. I sure could use a little cock, though."

Ouch! That was an inside joke at my expense. Deep down, we both know she's a size queen and the bigger the better as far as she was concerned, but she chose to stay with me, so... "Fuck it, let's do it here. Lock the doors, hang the 'Gone Fuckin'' sign up, tell them to come back in two hours." 

"Two hours! Honey you haven't made it last two hours ever." The resentment was there. It was buried, but it was still there. The ball was in her court. She bit her lower lip, looked at the door, looked at the clock, looked back at the door, then looked at the clock that read 3:27. "Deal. Swallow your performance-enhancing drug. I'll lock the door, kill the lights. Let's be bad and do it in the back room. I got an hour. That should give you more than enough time." Ouch, again, but it is what it is. 

By the time she finished shutting down the front of the shop, I was already naked and standing at attention in the back. Drugs weren't a necessity, but they provided a guarantee. She walked into the darkened sewing area and started to undress. I like watching her strip, but knowing she was getting naked just so I can fuck her in the middle of the afternoon with people on the sidewalk out front was even better. She noticed I was stroking my already hard dick and, sarcastically, told me to be careful. "Watch what you're doin' there. That little load is mama's." Maggie kicked off her shoes and unzipped and dropped her skirt. It was my lucky day. She was wearing white stockings and a garter belt, not panty hose. She shed her panties and asked me if I minded if she kept her nylons on. Mind?, I insisted. There she stood. My lovely wife, rubbing her fifty-something clit, asking me how I wanted her. 

"Lose the blouse and bra." Normally, I'd do her as she stood. Fucking her half-dressed always makes her seem like more of a whore, but I opted for exposed titties today. I like to watch them swing. As naked as she was gonna get, she asked 'now what?'. I realized I couldn't kiss her and risk her smelling her daughter on me, so I told her to sit, that I was hungry. She loves it when I make a meal out of her, so she did as she was told. I licked, sucked and chewed on the flesh of her inner thighs while she rubbed her clit with one middle finger with a dark blue fingernail. She was already wet. I could tell she was getting into the moment when she grabbed my head and told me that we didn't have all day. I lapped at the whole pussy like a dog and kept waiting for some cum to magically materialize, but you can't always get what you want. 

I could tell by the way she was breathing and moaning that she just wanted to get off, so I concentrated on her clit. She was into this escapade more than she let on because she came in about two minutes. I noticed she didn't get off like Jennifer did. Instead of going rigid, she just went limp until her orgasm passed. She regained her senses and she asked me if I was still hard. I embarrassingly said yes, embarrassed because she couldn't assume I still would be. I said yeah, and asked her how she wanted it. "This is your little stag party. I'm here to entertain you. How do you want it?" I told her to get up, that I wanted to treat her to a horsey ride. We changed positions, but she muttered under her breath, "horsey?, I wish". She went back to rubbing her clit while we changed positions. I watched in awe and appreciation as she put a nylon-clad leg on each side of the chair, spread her pussy open with the first two fingers of one hand and sank down on my cock. My wife would have made a great high-priced call girl. Hell, maybe she still could. She bounced up and down before she settled on it and just started rocking. This is what she does when she wants to get off. Maggie likes to drift off in this position, and I let her. I helped her get there by alternating sucking on her nipples. I was determined to be a big boy and last as long as she did, but it was getting tough. She helped me out by cumming first, and right after she calmed down, I came. She asked me if I came, and I said yes. She stayed in my lap and we started kissing like we did when we were young. All tongue and lots of spit. We weren't ready to quit, but the phone rang and we were jolted back to the present day. She rose up off my slimy cock and thanked me. 




Daughter Darkens Our World Ch. 02



"That was the most fun I've had in a while. I needed that. But you gotta go. I have a business to run here. We'll finish this when I get home. Don't start without me." I've seen this business mode before and I knew we were done for now. I watched her put her clothes back on, then I did likewise and headed home. I had a lot of stuff to put in my diary.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper, having a drink and waiting for the wife to get home so we could go another round when Jennifer came home. She stared at me without saying a word. She looked like she was afraid I might turn into a werewolf in front of her eyes. "Hi, Jenny. How was your day? Anything exciting happen?" She just burst out laughing. 

"Well, daddy. I had sex with a black man in front of my father, then I committed incest with him. Other than that, it was an ordinary day." I went back to reading the paper when she spoke again. "Are you OK with what went down today? Any lingering regrets?" I told her the only regret I had would be if it was a one time thing. "Well, Derrick and I talked after you left and we both admitted we got off on it. He wants us to get together again." I mentioned tomorrow, but she said she'd check with Derrick. Tomorrow might be too soon.

Jennifer went shopping that night, so me and the wife had the house to ourselves and we did our best to relive our youth. Maggie's sex fever lasted a few more days, then it was back to nagging me about the kid's dating habits. I passed this on to Jennifer and she set up another lunch meeting so we could discuss the problems her fucking a black guy on the sly were creating. We met in the same suite as before, only a little earlier. Jenny poured drinks all around and we sat down to discuss matters. I spoke first. "Is this gonna be another one of those lunch meetings with no food?" There was none of the nervousness or fear from our first 'lunch'. Derrick just sat off to the side and observed. I got the distinct impression that when he wasn't naked with a hard-on, he wasn't much good to her.

Jennifer had the floor. "I want to talk about our mom problem first. What are we going to do about it?" I didn't know where all of this 'mom problem' crap was coming from. My wife, her mother, wasn't a prude or a racist. I couldn't figure out what she was afraid of, but I didn't press the issue because I might be able to use it to my advantage in the future. She was on a roll, so I asked her just what it was she was after. Best-case scenario. "I want to be open about who I date. I want to be able to bring them home. I'm tired of getting fucked in cars and parking garages and motels. I like living at home with you two. I know I could get my own place, but I don't want to. I feel like I've been alone for years. On the other hand, I love this sexual liberation I've discovered. I'm doing things I didn't even know existed six months ago, and I like it. Call me a slut or whore or whatever, I don't care. It feels right. It's who I am now." With that she was done. She slumped into the sofa and concentrated on the skyline. 

"What exactly is it you want me to do?" I really wanted to know. I didn't control her mother.

"I want you to fix it so I can do what I do out in the open. I want you to fix it with mom." I told her to leave it to me. I knew her mother better than she did. She calmed down visibly when she heard that. In some respects she was still a self-centered kid.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I took it upon myself to break it. I addressed my remarks to Master D or D Master, whatever the fuck he called himself. "Is that it? Are we done?" He gave a look that said he had no idea what I was referring to. "I was under the impression that I'd get to witness another display of your black domination of my white daughter. 

Derrick answered, 'You're up for it, and I'm up for it, how bout it Jen?" She just kept starring out at the downtown skyline. 

"She doesn't have to be up for it', I said, "she just has to endure it. Tell her, don't ask her." He grinned wide and she just looked down at the floor and shook her head slightly. He asked me what I wanted to see. "I want both of you naked. Do her doggie style. Her on the bed, you standing." He stood up and started taking his clothes off, and she headed for the bathroom. "Where does she think she's going?" 

"Remember, you said you wanted me naked? I'm going to get naked." I turned to Derrick and told him his whore could strip in front of us. She gave me a tiny bit of attitude, just like when she was a kid, but she obeyed. It occurred to me then that Derrick was just life support for a cock. Everything she did was of her own free will.

She walked to the edge of the farthest bed and started to strip. She was wearing a light gray pantsuit with a white blouse. Damn, she was looking fine, daughter or not. First to go was the jacket, then she kicked off her shoes. She looked me in the eye while she undid her belt, unbuttoned, unzipped and stepped out of her pants. She stood before us wearing white calf-high stockings, white panties and a white blouse. My little girl looked like a little school girl intent on wandering from the straight and narrow. I hoped D was digging what he was witnessing, I know I was. Next to go were the blouse and panties. It was indescribable, watching her manicured fingers work at the buttons. She automatically lowered and stepped out her white panties. She pointed at her bra, and I nodded yes. "Stockings, too." Then she stood before us naked and perfect. No tattoos; just an all natural girl. 

"So, you wanna watch this black man fuck your daughter like she's a dog, daddy?" It was a rhetorical question, but I nodded yes anyway. She climbed up on the bed, but I had to correct her position. I wanted her facing me. She assumed her position on her hands and knees and lover boy, who had been stroking his hard-on, playing with his cock by exposing and hiding its head, moved into position behind her. He grabbed her hips and started forcing himself into her. 

"Hold up, boy. Give the bitch a break. Spit on that thing." He had what we used to refer to as a watermelon-eatin' grin, used his thumbs to spread her ass cheeks and let a huge glob of spit drop into her crack. He smeared it around with his cock and positioned himself for penetration. "Tell her to hold her head up. I want to see her face." He slapped an ass cheek and told her to look at her daddy while he fucked her. She opened her eyes and looked in my direction, but the more cock she took, the heavier her eyelids got, so I just let her enjoy her fucking. Pretty soon, all three of us were consumed. All you could hear was heavy breathing, the bed creaking and the liquid noise my daughter was making. She was into it now. Her head hung low as her tits swung in time with Derrick's thrusts. I mentioned something about the bow in her back and Derrick said, 'Oh, yeah', Ass-up, face down, sugar." He pushed down on her spine and she dropped to her elbows, never opening her eyes. He was getting' close and he reached forward and pulled her head back with a handful of hair. Her eyes never opened and she was starting to drool. D asked me where I wanted this load dumped. I was considering my options when Jennifer spoke up. 

"Please wait, Daddy. I'm real close. Please give me this one." I was about to answer her when I realized she was talking to him.

Her whimpering and begging were getting to me, but lucky for her, Derrick held off 'til she came. The kid does come well. No porn theatrics or screaming. Jennifer just buried her face and let her hips flinch a half-dozen times. Then she was done. "Thank you, daddy. Are you gonna come in me now?" He answered her, but not with words. Derrick took a few more short strokes, grabbed my daughter's hips and buried himself up to the root. I watched her face as she received his seed. She kept her eyes closed and wore a slight grin, like this was the best part of her day. It would have been a damn great day if it wasn't. She stood and they kissed for a while, but Master D needed break. He slumped into the sofa with another drink as Jenny changed personalities and addressed me.

"Come on, daddy. Show's over. Time for your chores." She patted the bed and had me lay on my back with my head at the corner. She straddled the corner and lowered her defiled snatch over my mouth. She half-crouched and started purring. "Good job, daddy. What do you think of my daddy, Derrick? He's like our third little playmate." 

"Your daddy's a kinky, old white freak. I knew you loved cum, now I know it's hereditary. I like the way he thinks, though." 

I started working on her clit, and she didn't appreciate it. She slapped the top of my head and straightened her legs. "Stay away from my button 'til you finish your job. Get all of that negro sperm, daddy. Derrick says it's good for your complexion and makes your tits bigger." I wasn't worried about my skin tone, but I did as she said and went back to sucking her clean. She drained very quickly and I attributed that to her position. 

"I think I got it all." It didn't take as long as the first time. 

She wanted to make sure, so she curled up and tried to see up into her own pussy. She inserted the index finger from each hand and spread herself open. I could see why she drained so quickly. After only a few months servicing this guy, she was already gaping open. "Good job, daddy. Go ahead finish me off, you earned it." I did as instructed. I really liked the way she came. Real quiet and intense, like she was doing it just for herself. When she recovered, she gathered her clothes and locked herself in the bathroom. We didn't start any shit with her because we made her strip in our presence, but the whore's work was done so we let Jenny have her privacy. I poured a short one for the road, told Derrick 'later' and vacated the scene. All in all, not a bad Friday. 

Saturday was quiet. The wife went shopping and Jennifer slept late. I was reading the paper in the kitchen when she finally dragged her narrow ass out of bed. She seemed normal, like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. She faced me, leaning against the sink, eating yogurt. Maybe I was reading too much into the situation, but it was borderline pornographic. I scoped her out head to toe and I couldn't believe it was my own kid. Her hair was wet from the shower, she wore a skin-tight wife beater t-shirt, silk short shorts and a kimono-style dressing gown that accidentally fell open. She wasn't wearing a bra. That, and she was wearing several toe rings and an ankle bracelet. She noticed me noticing her. 

"Well, what do you think? Like what you see? More importantly, do you think other boys will like what they see and want to play with me?" 

"You can't be serious. There's only one guy on the planet that wouldn't want a piece of you, and you divorced him. How long have you had that body?" She smiled at the comment, even if it was from her father. 

"I've been working out for a while. That, and dieting. Some days, all I eat is cum. Low fat, high protein." She stated it as fact and just kept working on her yogurt. The t-shirt she was wearing was so tight I could see the outline of her nipples perfectly, only they didn't look right. 

"What's wrong with your tits?" 

She replied 'nothing' and hoisted the shirt up to her chin. "I had them pierced. Do you like? I'm not much for tattoos, but I've found I love the metal. I love the pain, too. I had to pay extra to get them done without local anesthesia. These are just the start." Her tits were amazing. Silver cones that you pulled the nipple through and then ran a bar through it. It looked hot, but it also looked like it hurt. She seemed in love with the hardware and the effect it had on her. Very primitive.

"Jen, don't take this the wrong way, but where did this slut act come from?" 

"It ain't no act, dad. It's who I am, or always was, or who I'm turning into. Doesn't matter, though. I'm gonna see how far I can push it. My new motto is 'anything goes'."

I looked at her and felt sad. Not because she was turning into a whore, but because she was my daughter and therefore out of bounds. Not that I was ever the punishing powerfucker a woman like her requires. So close, yet so far. Shit. I still had the old ball and chain, and she was still pretty fuckable. She tossed the empty container and poured herself a cup of coffee. When she turned to face me again, she had closed her gown and tied it. Shows over, time to get serious. "I've asked you this before and I'll ask you again. Are you OK with what I'm doing? Even I think it's trashy and disgusting sometimes. I feel bad that I've drawn you into this mess. I don't want to ruin my parents marriage. Mom's so straight-laced, I'll kill you in your sleep if she finds out what you did to me."

What I did to her? Damn, typical woman. She got what she wanted and now she wants to hang the blame on me. "What I did to you? Derrick and I may have pushed you into something you normally wouldn't have done, but we didn't have to push very hard." She looked away, like she does when you tell her something she doesn't want to hear. I let it slide. She's like her mother; once her mind's made up, she doesn't like to be confused with the facts. "You need to learn some things about your mother and I, but you've got to swear on your eyes you won't tell anyone. Not her, not your lover boy. Not nobody." I had her attention now. She swore she'd take it to her grave. Yeah, right. I launched into the sad and tragic tale of our sordid past.

"Your mother and I aren't the model citizens you think we are. We got a little freaky before you and your brother were born. She hides it well, she wanted to set a good example for you kids, but there was a time in her youth when I could get her to do almost anything. Get her a little high and she lost the ability or the will to say no." I had her attention now. "We started out with a little recreational wife swapping. Two, sometimes three other couples. We had fun. Sometimes we'd all be in one room. Sometimes we'd pair off and go on dates. It would drive me crazy, thinking about what your mother was doing. Sometimes she'd tell me what they did, other times she wouldn't. Once, we arranged it so the women would choose a partner and the guys wouldn't know who was with who. Then we went our separate ways for a week. That drove me nuts. A very long week. I knew that whoever your mother was paired up with, he was servicing her better than I ever could. That lasted for about two years before we all went off in different directions.

"I had no idea. Are you talking about my mother?" I had her undivided attention. 

Yeah, I said, we are talking about the same woman. "Then there's the Saudi Incident. I did some work for one of the princes over there. He paid me an unbelievable amount of money. I still have most of it. It was so much, not even your mother could spend it all. Anyway. When the work was done and he was happy, he invited us to his villa in southern France. You might remember staying with your aunt. We drank some funny stuff and smoked some even funnier stuff. He had a huge hard on for your mother. He even offered to buy her from me. They treat white women differently in the Muslim world. He pushed hard. After a while, he asked her how much would it take to be his slave for a day. Realize, when he said 'slave', he meant 'slave'. As in 'owned'. I could see where this was headed, so I took her aside and warned her. This guy isn't fucking around. Romance is not in his vocabulary. She just blew me off, she's a modern woman and can take care of herself. I thought to myself, OK sweetie, you're on your own. He asked again, how much for one day as her master. She was actually thinking of a number when he offered her a hundred grand. Cash. USD. This was in the eighties, so it was a lot of money. Still, to him, it was walking around money. He probably spent more on a case of wine. That stunned her and she asked him just what she would have to do. He said, for twenty four hours, she would be his slave and he would show her things that were unheard of in her world. When I heard that, I thought the worst. When she heard that, all she pictured was an erotic adventure. She didn't even ask me before she accepted. He made her sign a contract, written in Arabic, then clapped his hands and one of his servants brought in a briefcase and gave it to her. It was solid cash. Word spread that this guy had purchased a white woman and it seemed like everyone in the villa wanted to see who it was. By now it was late, so he informed her her service would start at noon the next day.

"We go back to our suite, and since she was wasted, she passed out. She woke up the next day and was in good spirits until she saw the briefcase and it all came rushing back. Your mother liked to get a little wild every now and then, but this scared her. The prince came by at about eleven and asked her how she felt. She told him she was a little nervous. He clapped his hands and told her there was no need. All she had to do was to do as she was instructed and she would get through the twenty four hours with very little damage. He told us that his staff had been up all night preparing and then he pronounced something in Arabic. She asked him what that meant and he said there was no direct translation in western culture, but it loosely meant sacrifice or celebration of the flesh. Now I could tell she was scared. Then she asked him if I would be allowed to attend. He said I was most welcome, but that I would not be allowed to interfere in any way. This bargain was struck between you and I, and no one would prevent it from being fulfilled. Now she was terrified. He said his servants would be in shortly to prepare her for the most magical of days.

I was reliving this story for the first time in about thirty years. "I don't believe your talking about my mother. Is this really true?" I told her I had a hard time with it too, and I was there. "Go on, finish the story." Jennifer was hanging on every word. 

"The prince's female servants took her into the bathroom and bathed her and shaved everything from the neck down. They put a loose gold chain around her waist and covered her with a burka, head scarf and veil. She asked for something for her nerves and they declined. 'Your master is paying for your fear. Don't try to cheat him, it will only make him angry. You do not want that.' We stalled until exactly noon, then they led your mother into the main ballroom. They actually had a seating area set up, facing a raised platform. Your mother was led up on the platform and they had a seat saved for me where I could see everything.

I had to wait while Jenny went to the bathroom, but when she got back, she poured us both another cup of coffee and told me to go on. "He tells her to kneel and takes out his limp cock. It wasn't fat, but it was real long; almost a foot. She knelt as instructed and started fumbling around to drop her veil. He slapped her hard and told her 'not yet.' She started chewing his semi-hard cock through the cloth. He addressed the crowd and told them to note what natural whores white women are. Everybody chuckled. Your mother gnawed through the veil until he got full hard. Then he told her to use her mouth for what alla intended. All the guys behind me chuckled again and started to make comments but they were all in Arabic so it was lost on me, but you could tell they weren't discussing the price of oil. She got access to his cock by just lifting her veil. You couldn't see what she was doing and that just added to the effect. He wasn't interested in sex, he was into the domination. Everyone watched as he kept trying to stuff all that cock down her throat. It wouldn't go down, but he kept at it. He kept ramming it home and she kept gagging and puking. He finally got it down and everyone cheered. He was proud of himself. He kept popping it in, holding the back of her head until she almost passed out, then he'd push her away and let her catch her breath. Then she'd pop up, ready for more. 




Daughter Darkens Our World Ch. 02



I took another sip of coffee and Jen screamed at me not to stop. I had her. "I could see you mother visibly relax with every stroke of his cock. She told me later that she thought this was going to be a little fuckee-suckee in front of a crowd, something she could handle. She had let her imagination get the better of her and feared the worst. That's when it got worse. The prince clapped his hands and a servant came forward and stripped him, except for his head wear. Your mother resumed sucking, without being told. Her eyes were closed and she was into it. Then he slapped her again and told her to stop. He motioned and two servants came up and stripped her burka and head wear off. Now she up on this platform in front of about twenty people, mostly men, wearing nothing but that gold belly chain and a pair of sandals. The prince was given a leather strap whip thing and laid into her ass. She cried out and he asked her who owned her flesh. She almost mumbled 'you do'. He laid into her again. 'Address me as Master. Speak so all can hear. Who owns your white flesh?" He gave her another lash and she almost shouted 'You own my white flesh, Master'. I looked around and all the guys were rubbing their cocks through their clothes. "I did not hear you. Tell all you entertain, 'Who owns this Christian flesh?' Smack! 'Master, my flesh belongs to you.' Smack! She was back to being terrified. "I claim your white flesh for alla. What are the limits? Do you offer your flesh to honor all islam?" Smack! 'There are no limits, Master. Instruct me! I will obey. Use me! I will satisfy you." Smack! I had no idea where all this shit was coming from. It was like she was reading a script, but I know she never had time. All this was coming from somewhere deep inside. "Do you object to being struck?" "No, Master. Use me as you wish." He told her to hold up her tits and smacked each one, hard. "Tell the people I have assembled what you have done. Tell them how you have sold your worthless white flesh for money. Tell them you exist to serve alla and bring his followers pleasure." Then he just waved the whip in front of her face and she held her tits up without being told. Smack! Smack! He got behind her and laid a couple whacks across her ass and pushed her off the platform towards the crowd. He smacked her again and she stopped. He took the whip, stuck it between her thighs and wiggled it until she took the hint stood with her feet spread wide. Smack! Smack! This time on the inside of her thighs. "The crowd awaits your declaration. Tell them." "I am your whore, Master. I stated my price and you paid it. My white, Christian whore flesh is at your disposal. I serve alla by pleasing his followers. What do you desire?"

"I don't believe it. You are making this up. You are a sick, perverted, frustrated old man who gets off by fabricating stories about my dear mother." 

"I fucking wish. Actually what I wish is that someone recorded all this. I always knew your mother was just slightly submissive, but this was off the scale. All this master slave shit was coming from her. It was deathly silent after she made her declaration until one of the crowd called out for the prince to demonstrate the proper use of a Christian whore." 

"What happened next?" 

"He just said, 'Very well'. He grabbed her hair and bent her backwards and started smacking her tits and belly and thighs and crotch. "It's not every white woman that earns a whipping in the name of alla. What do you say?" "Thank you, Master. I gladly accept your attention. I will accept all you are gracious enough to offer." 

Jennifer just stared. "Then what happened?"

Then it was game on. In the Arabic world, they love the ass. He dragged her back to the platform, laid back and told her to use her mouth. She sucked his cock til it was nice and hard then he grabbed her hair and told her to worship his ass. Without a hint of resistance, she started eating his ass out in front of the crowd. Then he whacked her on her spine and just said 'All fours, like a dog. Let the people see your face. Then he fucked her in the ass. Everyone could see her wince as he dry-fucked her virgin ass. What a display! This went on for about two hours. He'd fuck her ass and get off. Then she had to spin around and clean him up 'til he got hard again. Then he'd fuck her ass again. Every time he lasted longer. He fucked her five times in three hours. I kept track. After about the third time, your mother got into it. No pain, almost no resistance. Every time he came, he'd ask her if she was ready to receive his seed. She'd face the crowd and almost happily ask her Master for more of his muslim seed. When he'd fill her ass, she'd thank him then turn around and point her gaped ass at the crowd while she sucked him clean. He finally announced to the crowd that he had his fill for now. He stood up and your mother relaxed on the platform. She said afterward that she thought it was over and that she was proud of herself that she had satisfied him. You could almost see her smile. He looked down at her and said that she was a most excellent whore, one of the best he'd ever purchased. Then he asked her if she meant what she said about pleasing alla by pleasing his followers. "Yes, Master. It is my only purpose." Now I was getting worried. I didn't know where all this was coming from, but it was too late to turn back. I honestly thought I'd lost her for good. It crossed my mind that she would stay behind and become part of this guy's harem, if they still had them. Then the prince, her master, got this broad smile and said that, as a reward for her excellent service, he would offer her to all in attendance. "You may honor alla until his followers completely consume you."

I had to use the can, and Jennifer followed me to the door and back to the kitchen. "Come on, what happened next?" 

"She said she thought she was done, but she was on the hook for the full twenty four hours. When he threw her to the crowd, it was clear these guys had done this before. They had their own pecking order. First, she got fucked by his father and his uncles. There were four of them and it took her about three or four hours to drain them. All of them used her ass and mouth, no one fucked her proper. When they were done, the prince told her to offer herself to the next generation of alla's followers, and she did. He ordered her to join him in front of the crowd and said it was now time to please the sons. 'I will do whatever is required. Have your sons claim me, I beg you!' Then they came up, one by one. Only this time, they used her pussy. I had to give her credit, she took on all comers. She started to drag and the prince called for something. She snorted a couple long lines of whatever and was ready for round two. If anything, she was even more eager to please. There were about ten sons and nephews and she did them all at least twice, most more than that. She put on one hell of a display. In the middle of this debauchery, the prince came up to me and asked me how I was coping with the fact that my wife was a whore for islam. He noticed the front of my pants where I'd come repeatedly and saw that no answer was necessary. 'All white women, in their hearts, are servants to alla in one way or another.' Whatever. I let it go. Then he said he would understand if I no longer wanted such a whore in my life and that, for a small fee, would see to it that she would disappear. 'There are many people that would find a white woman such as your wife very entertaining during long desert nights.' I declined his offer and told him I would be taking her home. Very well, he said. While we were discussing selling your mother into white slavery, the last guest had finished with her. The prince walked around the room while your mother sat on the edge of the bed rubbing her crotch, like she needed more. I thought of asking him what he gave her, but I couldn't keep up with her as it was. He asked if his father and uncles had had their fill, and they waved him on. 'Your whore is as you say, excellent, and I have nothing left.' They all said something like this. Then he asked the younger ones if they wanted more. Their 'spokesman' replied that, while she was entertaining, she was not holding up well. And they were right, she was looking a might rough. Her hair was matted with spit and cum and sweat and who knows what else, her ass and thighs and back and tits were criss-crossed with welts, her neck and tits were covered with bite marks and hickeys and I didn't want to know what was leaking out of what I surely thought was a her ruined ass. He offered her to anyone in the crowd and didn't get any takers. Then your mother said that she would be honored to provide more pleasure to her master. He just looked at her and told her she was disgusting, lower than a pig and she was now a spent white whore. Then he called all of his male staff together and said your mother still had almost three hours of slavery left and they could do with her as they wished and he invited any of the guests to stay and enjoy the show. There were about a half-dozen who took him up on the offer. It was more like a feeding frenzy than sex. They used her like a rag doll, always looking at the clock. Then it was noon, he restated his offer to 'dispose' of her and I politely declined. Then he said his private jet would take us home and he wanted her gone within the hour. And we were."

Silence filled the kitchen. "That's it? That's all there is?" 

"Yeah, that's all there is. Isn't that enough for you? An hour ago you were under the impression your mother was a prude. You find out she willingly sold herself into white slavery and you want more?"

She shook her head and said, "No, that's not what I meant. What happened next? You can't tell me she came home and it was business as usual?" 

"No, it took her a long time to get over it. She ended up spending most of the money she earned on surgical repairs and psychiatric visits." Then Jenny started praising me, about what a good husband I was for staying with her. "Not quite. She never came out and said as much, but I could tell she blamed me. I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so. She was kinda wild for a few years afterward." Jennifer said, don't stop now, tell her everything.

"Well, she wanted to fuck all the time, which I thought was pretty great. That's what started what I refer to as our last kick at the kinky can. I used to golf in a foursome, and eventually the four couples started socializing. We went to a pool party at one of the homes when your mother got uncontrollably horny. We crawled off into the cabana to do the deed. No preliminaries, no foreplay. She dropped her one-piece on the floor, hung her pussy off the edge of the sofa and told me to get busy." Jennifer's mouth hung open, and I told her it was the truth. "We went at it, not even thinking about the others. The way I fuck, even back then, it wouldn't take us that long. I finished quickly as usual, and was about to clean up when we heard someone lightly applauding. It was one of my golf buddies. He had watched our performance, looked your mother over and said he liked what he saw. Normally, she would have recoiled in horror, but like I said, she was still a little off kilter. She told me to ask our host if he'd like a turn. He accepted her offer, but she wanted me to ask him. So I asked him if he'd like to fuck my wife, as a thank you for inviting us. Of course he said yes. By now my seed was leaking out of your mother and they both noticed. She told him that even though it was a small load, it leaked out quick because I couldn't get it very far in. Then she told him to tell me to clean her up for him, and I did. Then I sat back and watched this guy fuck your mother. While he was plowing away, the other two guys tapped on the window and he invited them in. After they figured out what was going on, they asked if they could take a turn. Our ever gracious host said sure. Never even asking your mother or me. I expected your mother to put up a fight, but she didn't. She said something like she was here to provide pleasure. The guy who was fucking your mother didn't last much longer than I did, but she didn't seem to mind. He came inside her and pulled out and your mother volunteered me to clean him up. I reached for a towel and she told me to use my mouth. Show these men I was good for something. I licked the first guy clean, but by the time the third guy finished, I was giving him a proper blow job. Your mother really got off on it. So did the other guys. Hell, so did I. When I finished the last guy, she complimented me on my sissy skills and said as a reward I could clean her. That's when I learned I love eating other guys cum."

Again, she just sat there, across the kitchen table, staring at me. "You wanna hear some more?" 

"Shit! There's more?" 

I continued. "This became sort of a regular thing. Three of the four wives were down for the swapping,swinging thing, and the fourth one didn't want to participate but didn't mind if her husband did. We each were a member in different country clubs, so whenever we played a round at someone's home course, that guy's wife would be the prize and the winner could go first. The problem was the fourth guy. What would be the prize when we played there. Jack, kind of the alpha male of the group, suggested to the other guys that I would be. I would have to go down on whoever won at that course. We discussed it, and voted on it. Of course it was three to one. It actually wasn't that bad. They treated me like I was their sissy bitch, but I didn't mind. It was only one day a month. We played speed golf that summer. It didn't really matter who came in first, because everyone got to take a turn with the wives, or me. I had high hopes that this would turn into a long-term thing, but the group broke up. One guy moved, and your mother and another one of the wives got pregnant. The other two guys wanted to keep going with me as the prize, but the more I thought about it, the gayer it seemed, and we just drifted apart."

By now, it was the afternoon, and we'd switched to beer. "You fucking freaks! What happened next? Please tell me there's more." Jennifer begged me to keep going.

"Sorry, kiddo, that's it. Once your brother was born, your mother relapsed into her old self, the one you know now. She seemed content to concentrate on raising you two and I just let all the disgusting kinky shit fade into history."

"Damn. Damn" She just stared into the other room and repeated that one word. "I am so fucking mad at you right now! You two raised me to be nun, all the while you two were some of the freakiest people on the planet? Do you realize how much dirty fun you have prevented me from having? I wanted to start whoring around at sixteen, but you two sat on me 'til it passed. Damn!"

"Relax. If we would have let you off the leash back then, you'd be a used up hag by now. Look at you. You're in your early thirties. That's prime for a whore. Now you know what to keep and what to throw away."

She just grunted, like her mother. They don't like it when I'm right. She was still pissed when she stood up. "Well, maybe she'll accept my jungle fever after all. You've got a week to come up with a plan. I'm flying to Houston for a week to take some depositions. I want some concrete plans when I get back." Then she proceeded to leave. 

"Where are you going now?" 

"Up to my room." She answered without turning around.

"What are you gonna do up there?" 

"After the disgusting truth about my parents you just laid on me, I'm gonna break out my vibrator and get myself off picturing my mother servicing Arabs. Then, after that passes, I'm gonna put in new batteries and get myself off again, picturing my father sucking off other guys." I nodded like I understood and asked her if she needed help but she said no. I accepted that, then asked her if I could watch and she said no to that, too. Living with these two bitches is gonna be the death of me.



Daughter Darkens Our World



FI: "One of you finish, I'm losing it here. To help my mental image, who was where?"

C: "We're still in the back seat, I'm sitting and he's kneeling on the floor."

D: "She didn't tell me to get busy, she asked me if I wanted to fuck her. She said, in a real low voice, 'If you want some white pussy, take mine. Do you want to feel me around your cock?' I kissed her again and reached up under her skirt. I slid her panties off, you have to realize that up to this point neither one of us has touched her pussy, her panties came off and the whole vehicle smelled like her. In a good way. The skirt had to come off, too. We wriggled her out of that, and there it was. The sweetest, pinkest pussy in the world, there for the taking."

MI: "Shaved?" D: "Not at that time. It is now."

MI: "So you took her half a dozen times and now she can't live without it?"

D: "Negro, is this your first fucking day? Pay attention. It got deathly quiet. She scooted her ass forward and I asked her if she wanted to put it in. Our heads were side by side and she had her arms around my neck and I started slowly working it in cuz she was real tight."

C: "I hadn't been getting any, and besides, he's loosened me up some since."

D: "We're real close; it's real quiet, and she almost whispers in my ear 'Don't sneak it in, give it to me, all at once. I have to learn to take it."

FI: "You are a natural nigger lover, girlfriend. What happened next?"

D: "At this point, I can't think straight. The way I felt, I thought she drugged me. I paused for a split second and got a good grip on her ass, she raised her thighs to give me better access, and I pulled her onto my cock in one motion. Never done anything like it before, probably never do it again."

C: "I came immediately. I stretched and pop! It was like a solid jolt of electricity, just one long shock. I just stiffened for about ten or fifteen seconds."

FI: "And what were you doing while our lady, the tramp, was riding her wave? Were you pounding away?"

D: "I was coming, too. Not since I was thirteen have I come on the first stroke. I was so fucking embarrassed. Big black stud. Years of chasing her, she finally lets me fuck her and I lose it on the first stroke. What a loser, I thought. I felt like I was a white boi for a day. The only positive I took away, since I just knew she was never going to let me near her pussy again, was that at least I nutted in her. If she went on to become the first female president, I could say I came inside her. No one needed to know the circumstances."

FI: "Thank you for proving my theory that all men are dogs. Candy, did you take your panties and find another playmate? Obviously not. How long was it before you gave him another shot?"

C: "Ten, fifteen minutes. Once I realized that he had come in me, I just stayed real still, and I kept him still. He tried to say something, but I kept him quiet. He thinks he didn't fuck me right, but he fucked me perfect for the situation. Perfect. That little interlude set the tone for our entire relationship. We just stayed like we were, breathing heavy on each other. He tried several times to say something but I wouldn't let him. Whatever he said, it would've been wrong. He tried to pull out of me but I scolded him and locked my ankles behind his back to keep him inside. We both calmed down considerably and I could feel him gradually getting hard again, so I asked him if he wanted to fuck me again. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, so I asked him 'Do you want to fuck this white bitch, again, boy.' The 'boy' did it, he was almost back to his old uppity self."

MI: "So, D, please brother, tell me that little racial slur spurred you on to new heights of sexual aggression against this white devil. Please."

D: "Sorry bro, that first night was her show. Let her tell it."

C: "There was no plan. Remember, my plans were for a romp with any combination of three other guys. D just cut in line, and one dick's the same as the next so he got to ride. Anyway, to finish our tale, I wouldn't let him pull out, so we kind of rolled over so I was on top. He behaved himself while I took us for a little ride. It lasted about twenty minutes."

FI: "Did you get off?"

C: "Oh yeah. After going so long with no cock, then stumbling across the perfect cock, it didn't take much. Me losing it caused him to lose it. We rested for a bit, then I climbed down off of him, cleaned him up and we went our separate ways."

MI: "What did you clean him up with, your panties?"

C: "The same mouth I kissed him with."

MI: "Good girl, maybe you are a natural. So D, what was the next day at work like? Must have been awkward trying to shake that weak-ass performance."

C: "I want to say something and then I'll shut up. Our first hook up was perfect, a perfect little icebreaker. I ambushed the guy. If you had asked him, after he sat next to me, to write down the top one hundred things that might happen between us in the next hour, he never would've guessed what happened. So get off the guy's case, he's rebounded remarkably well."

MI: "One thousand apologies. D, get my back before they both turn on me. What happened the next day at work?"

D: "There was no next day at work. Unbeknownst to me, she had planned to take the rest of the week off because she was moving. I thought it was because of my, uh, deficiencies. When she came back that next Monday she basically ignored me."

C: "I was not ignoring you, I had work to do. What was I supposed to do, check in and see how you were feeling? You gotta understand, there are a ton of white guys out there who are all show and no go. And I had just found out stud muffin here was one of them. Like he said, an honorary white boi. My last, best hope had just evaporated."

FI: "I second that, girlfriend. Lame men are the number one cause of lesbianism."

MI: "Can we let the brotha continue?"

D: "To make a long story short, we went for coffee after work and I asked her if she was finished with me."

FI: "The answer is obvious, but tell us anyway."

D: "She asked me if that's as good as it gets, if I was all bark and no bite. She told me she had some very specific requirements in a mate, and that last week was sweet, but she didn't need sweet. I told her I wasn't going to beg, but I was confident I could give her what she needed."

FI: "And then?" D: "Then she said she had to get home and stood up to leave. She fished around in her pockets and handed me her business card that she'd written all of her contact info on. That was three months ago."

MI: "And you've been fucking the shit out of her ever since, right? I bet she can't stay away from the tip of your dick."

C: "You need to get out more. Instead of chronicling other people fucking, try doing some of your own. In truth, we've both gradually grown into our respective roles."

FI: "And those are?" J: "He plays the part of the dominant black alpha male and I play the role of a submissive yet sexually insatiable mature white trainee. We both keep getting better."

FI: "Please watch how you use the term 'mature', I'm only a few years behind you. I think all of our subscribers would like to hear more about that. What training do you need?"

C: "There's a lot more to being a black cock slut than you'd think. You can't just get naked and spread 'em. The real high-quality black guys that you'd stand in line to fuck expect you to fuck them back. If you were to just lie there, they'd get tired of you in about a month. I want to keep the good ones coming back for more. Master D here is getting me ready."

MI: "Well, I want to thank you, on behalf of all of your potential nigga masters for not giving up on the whole race after your first time."

C: Slight hesitation and a little giggle: "I never said he was my first." Bombshell time, everyone is aghast.

D: "If I wasn't the first Negro in, then who was?"

C: "He was a law professor at Georgetown. He was my academic advisor and I was his TA."

FI: "Sounds more like t and a. Details, details. All of them, and quickly."

C: "Not really much to tell; wasn't a romance or a relationship. I don't even think I was ever completely naked in his presence. Everything we did, we did in his office. I was there to provide a sexual service, nothing more. The only time I got off was later when I was alone in my apartment."

MI: "You are the real deal. What sort of kinky sex acts did you two perform?"

C: "You really need to see someone. They're getting amazing results with psychoactive drugs these days."

FI: "I have to take his side on this one, Candy. I've never met a white woman like you. Intelligent, reserved, beautiful, slutty, dirty, nasty, insatiable. You're my new hero!"

C: "I don't know about insatiable, but getting back to my story; the first time, we finished our business for the day and were talking. It was late and he asked me if school and work were interfering with my love life. Didn't have one, I said. Too busy. 'A pretty white girl like you with no mate?' The mention of my race flipped a switch. I told him I had a boyfriend back home but we don't see each other too much. I confessed that sometimes I could use some affection." Nobody on the screen made a sound as my little Jenny spilled her guts. "He called me out by my race and mentioned my lack of a mate, not boyfriend, so I had a clue where this was heading. His hands were busy under his desk, and he rolled his office chair back and asked me if I wanted to see how a black man shows his affection. I was terrified! I was twenty-two, but a sheltered twenty-two. All I could do was chew my lower lip and nod my head yes. He unleashed his dick, started slapping that fat black thing into the palm of his hand, and told me to come get a closer look. I slid off his office couch without rising and actually crawled on my hands and knees to his crotch. He made me keep my hands behind my back while he held my head with one hand and fed me his dick with the other. I thought I was doing the old guy a favor, you know, a May-December thing, sucking his dick, because he was only half hard. I thought, 'this is cute, it's like he was still young. Then he suddenly got real hard and told me to get ready to swallow his 'affection'. His come was real thick, almost a globs. I only had a few white boys to compare it to, but there seemed to be an awful lot of it. He was impressed when I swallowed it with minimal urging on his part. He took a minute to recover, then looked down at me, I was still kneeling between his legs, and he said 'that will be all for today, Miss So-and-so. Same time tomorrow.' That's how it started. I walked home in shame. I was sure everyone knew what I'd just done. I went home, masturbated, and cried myself to sleep. I went back the next day and he didn't seem surprised to see me. I finished my work and asked him if he was through with me for the day. 'Almost. I've decided to give you added duties. You're not only my office assistant; you are now my office whore, too. Come around and perform your new duties'. My mother warned me about men like him, ones who wanted to take advantage of me. I asked him why on earth would I consent to be his whore. I told him I could turn him in. He kinda sneered and chuckled and said if I were going to turn him in I would have done it already. If you were disgusted, you would've stayed home. But you came back, even showed up ten minutes early. 'White girl, he said, you are a whore, a whore who wants more. No more delays, get over here and do your duty.' So, I went around to his side of his desk and did my duty again. I think I at least sucked him off everyday after that. We started fucking about a month later. He wouldn't use a condom, 'You're supposed to fuck a white women raw', he used to say. He gave me the choice of going on birth control or risk having his baby; my choice. We waited until the pills took affect, then he either fucked me on his desk, or I fucked him on his sofa. I remember I had the bright idea to wear only skirts, so on the day he decided to fuck me he could have easier access. He was proud of me, he sarcastically said I showed initiative."

FI: "How old was he? How long did this go on?"

C: "He must have been in his late fifties. It went on all through law school. Almost three years."

MI: "D, are you telling us that you really didn't know you were nigga number two?" Ol' D looked pissed or confused, I couldn't tell.

D: "No clue, but this is what it's like when you hook up with her. One fucking emotional grenade after another."

MI: "Care to expand on that?"

D: "She's not what she appears to be on the surface. You should ask her to explain what direction she's headed in and how far she wants to go."

FI: "Candy, the floor is yours."

C: "I've recently rediscovered that submissive streak that surfaced in college. Only now, it's wider and deeper, now it's goes clear to the bone. I have asked D to help; I think the ghetto term is to turn me out. I think back on all the guys I've been with, there haven't been that many, and all the white ones fade away. It feels like my whole sex life consists of just two guys. When I say I want to be a whore for black cock, I mean a whore in the classic sense of the word. I want to be known as a provider of pleasure, to men, but first and foremost, black men, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes. It's taking longer than I had anticipated because I find myself in the odd position of having to train my tormentor, but it's been an enlightening journey. We're making slow, steady, sloppy progress."

She finished her sentence and the room remained silent. Finally, the female interviewer spoke. "I think I speak for Michael when I say we're speechless. I have a million questions, but I can't think of a single one. This is the longest interview we've conducted and it seems like we've only scratched the surface. Will you promise to keep us up to date with your little project?"

Jennifer said she'd think about it. "Candy, do you think there's any way you could leave us with some tangible proof of your dedication to dark dick? You've given us a thousand words, but pictures don't lie."

C: "I'd really rather not. I'm not ready for the world to know."

FI: "Come on, If everything you've said today is true, you're gonna be performing in front of strangers and web cams eventually. Why not make your interracial video debut right here!"

I could tell Jennifer was getting aggravated. "Like I said before, I'd really rather not. I'm just not there yet, but D here owns my pussy, I'll do what he says."

MI: "Come on, D. Come on, brother man. She's your slut, make her do at least one trick before you two bounce. You know you want to."

Derrick was just glaring at her, probably because he just found out he didn't get her African cherry. D: "Would some head be enough? She's turning into a good little cocksucker."

MI: "Oh, hell, you know it. Nothin' sexier than a white woman with her lips wrapped around a black dick."

Derrick hesitated when his eyes met my daughter's, but he was angry, he wanted revenge. The angry, out-of- control nigger in him had taken over. He stood in front of my kid, just far enough away that she had to slide to her knees, and he told her she knew what to do, and she did! She set his cock free and went at it. He had to remind her a few times, No hands. Jennifer kept her eyes closed and really started working it like she was born for this purpose. Every so often, Derrick had to tell her to look up at him. The look in her eyes was indescribable; part lust, part humiliation, total surrender, but she kept at it. Once, she closed her eyes while she worked and the cameraman got up real close and Derrick told her to look in the camera while she sucked his dick. He even told her to smile around his dick and wave to America, and she did! Submissive is an understatement.

MI: "Can you get down her throat, yet?"

D: "Yeah. It ain't easy, it's a tight fit, but she can do it. Wanna see?"

MI: "Are you high, of course I wanna see. Everyone watching wants ta see. Make her do it!"

D: "Here goes." He put one hand behind her head, placed his cock at the entrance to her throat, and slowly, forcefully, pushed against her until it popped in. He did this three times, each time it looked like it slid in easier, before he let her catch her breath. When she did, she kind of looked up to him for approval. The blowjob lasted another minute or two before he blew his load in her mouth. He made her show the camera what she had, then he told her she knew what to do, and she gulped it down. She tried to wipe the spit, bile and tears from her face, but D prevented it by grabbing a handful of hair and shaking her head. "Gonna give ya one chance, in front of the world, to admit this was a big mistake and you want to go home to your old life. Which way we goin', bitch?" Jennifer looked up at him the way she used to look up to me about twenty-five years ago and asked him 'What did I do to make you mad at me, Daddy?' Very disturbing, but very erotic.

The female interviewer told her to look into the camera, tell everyone her name, the website's name and wave goodbye.

Without any prompting, make-up running and spit still dangling from her chin; "My name is Je..." she almost used her real name, "My name is Candy and I'm the newest white slut on BeMyNewDaddy. Bye-bye." She even threw in a little wave, what a trooper.

I was done, totaled. That was two weeks ago. I haven't pressed the matter since, although the wife keeps nagging. I need time to develop a plan